"Crackling…"
Inside the GH Dance Studio near Wuliqiao, Wen Muxue sat by the window, hugging her knees. Raindrops furiously lashed against the glass. She stared at the chat page that had long received no response, and her once bright eyes gradually dimmed.
"Xiao Xue, your ankle is quite swollen. Let me drive you to the hospital to get it checked."
Just as Wen Muxue was feeling a little downcast, a gentle male voice sounded in her ear. The speaker was the owner of this dance studio, whose GH Dance Studio, which he personally built, was quite famous in Shanghai.
Young and promising, with both looks and talent, if she hadn't met Tang Yuan before, he would definitely have been a high-quality resource in Wen Muxue's eyes.
Unfortunately…..
After meeting Tang Yuan, Wen Muxue's horizons were infinitely broadened.
A fortune of merely tens of millions might not even be comparable to a single fan in Tang Yuan's hand.
It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
Tang Yuan was like the scorching sun in a clear sky. How could Wen Muxue, who was accustomed to basking in the sunlight, possibly look upon the light of the bright moon?
Facing the dance studio owner's overture, Wen Muxuesilently locked her phone, then raised her cool, clear face and gently shook her head, saying, "No need. I can take a taxi back to school myself."
"Xiao Xue, the weather station just issued a blue heavy rain warning. This heavy rain is estimated to last for a long time, and it's rush hour now. You won't be able to get a taxi at all." Zhang Yujian looked at Wen Muxue's beautiful and refined face, his eyes filled with fervent desire: "Let me drive you back."
After speaking, Zhang Yujian extended his right hand, intending to help Wen Muxue up.
However, just as his right hand was about to touch Wen Muxue's fair and delicate arm, a figure suddenly stood between him and Wen Muxue.
Zhang Yujian looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of him. He immediately frowned and questioned, "Who are you? Are you a student at our dance studio? Who let you in? Move out of the way!"
Facing the man's continuous questioning, Tang Yuan's eyes were somewhat indifferent. He completely ignored the other party, directly turned his body, and then looked at Wen Muxue, who was sitting on the ground, hugging her knees.
She was wearing a reddish-brown dance outfit, paired with black fitness pants. Her dark long hair was tied up high, her snow-white swan neck connected to her straight back, and further down were the slightly rising graceful curves and a flat, firm slender waist.
Even sitting, Wen Muxue was as beautiful as a painting.
This was the beauty of physique, an extraordinary temperament cultivated by Wen Muxue's years of consistent dance practice and exercise.
At this moment, Wen Muxue, who had reopened her phone screen and was staring intently at her chat page with Tang Yuan, did not realize that the man she had been thinking about day and night was already standing beside her, until Tang Yuan's voice sounded in her ear.
"Can you still stand up?"
Tang Yuan's voice was not gentle, yet this not-so-gentle voice, when it reached Wen Muxue's ears, sounded like heavenly music.
Wen Muxue suddenly looked up, meeting Tang Yuan's calm eyes.
Today, Tang Yuan was wearing a black overcoat with a coffee-colored shirt underneath, black casual pants, and black patent leather shoes. His overall attire was somewhat business-like, but not entirely so, because the top two buttons of his shirt collar were unbuttoned, which inexplicably added a few touches of unrestrained elegance to Tang Yuan's overall look.
Such an outfit is usually difficult for many young men to pull off.
However, within Tang Yuan's youthful body resided a mature soul, so Tang Yuan not only looked completely natural but also exuded an indescribable extraordinary charm.
Wen Muxue looked at Tang Yuan's dark and deep eyes, and a sudden, inexplicable sense of grievance welled up in her heart, causing her, who was always strong, to instantly redden her eyes, and her voice carried a never-before-seen girlish tone: "My foot hurts, I can't stand up…"
The aggrieved nasal tone and the cool, moon-like face immediately formed a strong contrast, and the charm in her eyes was truly devastating.
Facing Wen Muxue's coquettishness, Tang Yuan fell silent for a moment, then said nothing, simply bent down, his right hand passing under Wen Muxue's knees, his left hand tightly encircling Wen Muxue's slender waist, and then, with a slight effort of his arms, he princess-carried Wen Muxue.
Wen Muxue had not expected Tang Yuan to make such a sudden move. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Tang Yuan's neck, and a slight gasp escaped her cherry-red lips.
"Is there anything else of yours here?"
Tang Yuan looked at Wen Muxue, who was close before him, and asked softly with a calm expression.
Well…
Alright, Tang Yuan admitted, he wasn't as calm as he looked.
Although Wen Muxue looked thin and slender, after holding her in his arms, Tang Yuan realized that Wen Muxue still had a lot of flesh, but Wen Muxue's flesh was all in the right places, and it was exceptionally firm and smooth, like warm mutton-fat jade.
"I still have a backpack…"
Wen Muxue had never had such intimate contact with any man. Her cheeks were flushed with a hint of alluring redness, and then she pointed to a full-length mirror not far away, her voice like a mosquito's buzz.
Tang Yuan nodded slightly and strode over, carrying Wen Muxue.
In front of the full-length mirror, a girl saw Tang Yuancarrying Wen Muxue towards her and immediately helped hand Wen Muxue's backpack to her, while asking with eyes full of gossip, "Sister Xue, is he your boyfriend?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Muxue instinctively glanced at Tang Yuan, and after a slight hesitation, she gently nodded, offering no further response.
Wen Muxue's reaction naturally fell entirely into Tang Yuan's eyes, but he said nothing. After Wen Muxueretrieved her backpack, he turned and walked towards the dance studio's exit.
The dance studio owner, Zhang Jianyu, looked at Wen Muxue, who was blushing shyly in Tang Yuan's arms, and his entire heart instantly shattered into 69 pieces.
In such terrible stormy weather, a lone man and woman sharing a car, perhaps both soaking wet, would that man honestly drive properly?
Even thinking with his butt, it would be impossible for him to be proper!
Thinking of Wen Muxue's long, straight legs possibly getting cozy with another man tonight, Zhang Jianyu felt a faint sensation of his heart being twisted by a knife.
Under the gaze of everyone in the dance studio, Tang Yuan quickly exited the GH Dance Studio and then descended the stairs.
Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the building where the dance studio was located.
Wen Muxue looked at the strong wind and heavy rain outside and immediately reacted, quickly saying, "Senior, wait a moment, I have an umbrella in my backpack!"
However, Tang Yuan seemed not to have heard Wen Muxue's reminder, his pace undiminished. Wen Muxuehadn't even unzipped her backpack yet when Tang Yuan had already reached the entrance…